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Harry sat on the couch popcorn on his lap flipping through the movie channels till he found The Notebook. “Niall,” he shouted back over the couch, “hurry up the movie’s starting,” Harry said. When he turned he saw Niall on the phone with his new fling. Harry frowned wrinkling his nose.
For some time he’d felt annoyed everytime he saw Niall with a guy, or even heard him talking to one. Harry didn’t know what was up with him. He had never had trouble with guys liking guys, or even his friends liking guys. But all of the sudden everytime Niall brought a new guy home, Harry had the urge to throw his keys at the guy.
And hearing Niall with the guys was always ten times worse. Harry huffed when Niall continued to talk and threw a piece of popcorn. “Seriously Niall, hurry up, you can talk to your fuck buddy later,” he said annoyed.
